Dead Seeds

Wait like pendulum swinging in circlesYou can't relate to a world that don't involve your greedAnd as I say this the words are pouring from a bleeding mouthAnd if I stay here you'll only render me the weak oneSo turn that focus back off me nowAnd go get your broken mirror

The more you get the more you need nowIt all comes down to your love of miseryConsequences plant the seeds nowBut in the cold black ground you will find it hard to scream

Hey I wish I could find a way to turn this aroundBut if I play god than everything just goes to seedAnd as I say this I hope that you can hear me bleeding outGod I hate this I'm all alone and beating downSo turn that focus back off me nowAnd go get your broken mirror

The more you get the more you need nowIt all comes down to your love of miseryConsequences plant the seeds nowBut in the cold black ground you will find it hard to scream

As you spit your blame on mePlease tread softly as you goI don't have enough to giveAnd you have robbed me of my hope

The more you get the more you need nowIt all comes down to your love of miseryConsequences plant the seeds nowBut in the cold black ground you will find it hard to scream